Now tell me, what do you think heaven is, Ray?’‘I don’t know. The closest I can think of is a feeling. Or an energy. It’s probably love. You just join love. They say you see your grandparents again or whatever, but it won’t be like that. You don’t see, but you feel them. You join their love and everyone else’s love who ever lived.

‘Now tell me, what do you think heaven is, Ray?’‘I don’t know. The closest I can think of is a feeling. Or an energy. It’s probably love. You just join love. They say you see your grandparents again or whatever, but it won’t be like that. You don’t see, but you feel them. You join their love and everyone else’s love who ever lived.’

Evil travels—like all energy, it transfers between people and objects; it moves, gets stored, moves again. But where did it originate? When Eve ate the apple? Or before that, with Satan, that fallen seraph who took the form of a snake and whispered with slithering tongue into her ear? Did she birth it or was it thrust upon us by some insufflating malefic serpent? Is it man-made or a supernatural force?

Technically, under the Golden Rule, you wouldn’t have to do anything for anybody and you would still be in the clear. But that merely stops the transference of evil with you. It’s just indifference. If the evil stopped with you, and there was no good to push it out, then that evil is still inside you.